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Introduction
(Sorry I don't have all those fancy pictures)
The year is 2047. Three-fourths of the world is covered in ice, the other one-fourth being located close to the equator. Factions are beginning to show up all across the Americas. Governments have been disbanded, and borders no longer exist. There is just survival now, and you are one of the lucky ones to have made it.
Welcome to The Final Ice Age!
Timeline:
January 1st, 2040- A well known scientist, Jon Lukinson said that global warming could actually cause an ice age larger than any other.
August 23rd, 2043- Jamaica suffers it's hottest summer on record. Temperatures skyrocket and hit an astounding 120 degrees Fahrenheit.
May 18th, 2044- Greenland has become more hospitable. Around two millions people move to Greenland.
December 25th, 2046- A short cold front hits Canada, knocking temperatures into the sub-zero temperatures.
March 6th, 2047- Predictions show a 10 degree drop in temperature across the world for the summer temperatures.
May 11th, 2047- The world plunges suddenly into an ice age. In one day, temperatures drop from 80 degrees Fahrenheit to 0 degrees Fahrenheit. Many die due to severe change in weather.
This roleplay will take place in North and South America. Remember that the Earth is now in an ice age. You may do as you please, but remember you have to survive. Food is scarce unless you are in one of the "Warm Spots" (normally controlled by a faction). Here, food and some livestock can be grown and harvested. Safe drinking water is hard to find, because all of the ice has dirt and the such in it.
If you are honestly wanting to join, submit a character! Follow the layout, and I will accept or decline you. If I decline, I will send you a PM suggesting some changes to your character. I do ask you give your character a history, and also say what happened to your character when the ice age first happened (what were you doing? Where were you? Where are you now?). You may jump in the roleplay at any appropriate time. Also, include the location of your character when you first post.
You can create a faction along with your character, and you may send that to me through PM. Here is a quick form to send me for faction creation:
Faction Name:
Currency Type: (Money or bartering)
Hostility: (Acceptance or Exclusion)
Location: (WZ or CZ?)
Please include ideas of how to include this faction in the current roleplay:
To familiarize you with some of the basic places (more will be added, but these are the basics) (Also note: WZ= Warm Zone, AZ= "Abandoned" zone, CZ= Cold Zone):
The Panama Canal (WZ-1)
Currently run by a purely democratic group, this zone is known for its freedom of everything, low crime rates, and overpopulation. As of right now, there is no "leader", and all people get along pretty well. The zone feels like one of the "small towns", even though upwards of one-million people reside there.
Canada (AZ-1)
Formerly Canada, now AZ-1. It is thought to be one of the most affected zones by the Ice Age. There is almost nothing in this area, or is there?
Chile (CZ-1)
Formerly Chilie, now CZ-1. Around here, many people live in igloos placed on the side of the mountains. Some use ancient Indian architecture as shelter. There is a lot of room, and there is no higher authority in this zone. Certain foods can be grown here, and livestock can be raised, but must be carefully monitored. People don't normally talk to each other here, they just try and survive.
That is pretty much the basics you need to know. Send me PM's for any questions. I will respond ASAP, which may or may not be very fast. I live in GMT-6, just so everyone knows. That doesn't mean everyone has to be on that time. Other than that, have fun, and remember, characters are the most important part in this roleplay.
The year is 2047. Three-fourths of the world is covered in ice, the other one-fourth being located close to the equator. Factions are beginning to show up all across the Americas. Governments have been disbanded, and borders no longer exist. There is just survival now, and you are one of the lucky ones to have made it.
Welcome to The Final Ice Age!
Timeline:
January 1st, 2040- A well known scientist, Jon Lukinson said that global warming could actually cause an ice age larger than any other.
August 23rd, 2043- Jamaica suffers it's hottest summer on record. Temperatures skyrocket and hit an astounding 120 degrees Fahrenheit.
May 18th, 2044- Greenland has become more hospitable. Around two millions people move to Greenland.
December 25th, 2046- A short cold front hits Canada, knocking temperatures into the sub-zero temperatures.
March 6th, 2047- Predictions show a 10 degree drop in temperature across the world for the summer temperatures.
May 11th, 2047- The world plunges suddenly into an ice age. In one day, temperatures drop from 80 degrees Fahrenheit to 0 degrees Fahrenheit. Many die due to severe change in weather.
This roleplay will take place in North and South America. Remember that the Earth is now in an ice age. You may do as you please, but remember you have to survive. Food is scarce unless you are in one of the "Warm Spots" (normally controlled by a faction). Here, food and some livestock can be grown and harvested. Safe drinking water is hard to find, because all of the ice has dirt and the such in it.
If you are honestly wanting to join, submit a character! Follow the layout, and I will accept or decline you. If I decline, I will send you a PM suggesting some changes to your character. I do ask you give your character a history, and also say what happened to your character when the ice age first happened (what were you doing? Where were you? Where are you now?). You may jump in the roleplay at any appropriate time. Also, include the location of your character when you first post.
You can create a faction along with your character, and you may send that to me through PM. Here is a quick form to send me for faction creation:
Faction Name:
Currency Type: (Money or bartering)
Hostility: (Acceptance or Exclusion)
Location: (WZ or CZ?)
Please include ideas of how to include this faction in the current roleplay:
To familiarize you with some of the basic places (more will be added, but these are the basics) (Also note: WZ= Warm Zone, AZ= "Abandoned" zone, CZ= Cold Zone):
The Panama Canal (WZ-1)
Currently run by a purely democratic group, this zone is known for its freedom of everything, low crime rates, and overpopulation. As of right now, there is no "leader", and all people get along pretty well. The zone feels like one of the "small towns", even though upwards of one-million people reside there.
Canada (AZ-1)
Formerly Canada, now AZ-1. It is thought to be one of the most affected zones by the Ice Age. There is almost nothing in this area, or is there?
Chile (CZ-1)
Formerly Chilie, now CZ-1. Around here, many people live in igloos placed on the side of the mountains. Some use ancient Indian architecture as shelter. There is a lot of room, and there is no higher authority in this zone. Certain foods can be grown here, and livestock can be raised, but must be carefully monitored. People don't normally talk to each other here, they just try and survive.
That is pretty much the basics you need to know. Send me PM's for any questions. I will respond ASAP, which may or may not be very fast. I live in GMT-6, just so everyone knows. That doesn't mean everyone has to be on that time. Other than that, have fun, and remember, characters are the most important part in this roleplay.
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OOC Notes
Lars woke up, nice and warm under the 3 wool blankets he had. He looked at the thermometer, it read 45 degrees. "Not bad" Lars thought, excited that it was warmer than it had been in a while. He put his clothes on and walked outside, feeling the colder air hit his face. It was refreshing, he thought, to live in a place where the climate was not to bad. After breathing in a breath of cool air, he made his way to the local market. There, he bought some food and a couple gallons of drinking water (there was no indoor plumbing, as the drastic drop in temperature at night would freeze the pipes constantly). He was walking back, surrounded by towering apartments that were lingering over him like a stalking person.
About a block from his house, something not to uncommon happened. There seemed to be an argument, and then a fight broke out. He ran up to them and broke them up, asking them what their problem was. The man took a swing at Lars, so Lars ducked his shoulder and tackled the man. About this time, the police had finally shown up and arrested the man, leaving the woman to sleep alone in the house at night.
All of this overcrowding was starting to get to Lars. He walked home, opened the front door, and walked in. He locked the door behind him and sat down to watch what little was on TV (there was electricity in WZ-1). He put the potato on the stove, and waited. Would he ever get out of this overcrowded crazy area? Or would he be stuck here forever?
About a block from his house, something not to uncommon happened. There seemed to be an argument, and then a fight broke out. He ran up to them and broke them up, asking them what their problem was. The man took a swing at Lars, so Lars ducked his shoulder and tackled the man. About this time, the police had finally shown up and arrested the man, leaving the woman to sleep alone in the house at night.
All of this overcrowding was starting to get to Lars. He walked home, opened the front door, and walked in. He locked the door behind him and sat down to watch what little was on TV (there was electricity in WZ-1). He put the potato on the stove, and waited. Would he ever get out of this overcrowded crazy area? Or would he be stuck here forever?
OOC Notes
Tiffanee Truce wondered through the snow that had been covering the area that used to be named Canada, for months now. The thick blanket on the ground clung to her horses legs as the large white animal managed to push it's way through the snowy blanket.
The two of them continued walking for a few hours, not travelling very far in total to how far they needed. The snowfall seemed to lessen, and the thick blanket of snow had become less stiff and unmoveable. They must have gone into the next sector! At last!
But there was still miles upon miles to travel until the would reach a liveable habitat, with fresh (almost fresh) food, that they would have to hunt down. Slowly they kept travelling, pushing their way closer to a settlement of some sort.
Tiffanee felt her body becoming colder, as she had lost her travelling cloak and furry boots back in the wilderness. She and her horse hadn't eaten for a good while either, so they were running on leftover energy they found anywhere.
Slowly though, hey travelled, hoping to find people.
The two of them continued walking for a few hours, not travelling very far in total to how far they needed. The snowfall seemed to lessen, and the thick blanket of snow had become less stiff and unmoveable. They must have gone into the next sector! At last!
But there was still miles upon miles to travel until the would reach a liveable habitat, with fresh (almost fresh) food, that they would have to hunt down. Slowly they kept travelling, pushing their way closer to a settlement of some sort.
Tiffanee felt her body becoming colder, as she had lost her travelling cloak and furry boots back in the wilderness. She and her horse hadn't eaten for a good while either, so they were running on leftover energy they found anywhere.
Slowly though, hey travelled, hoping to find people.
OOC Notes
Jason Brennigan awoke with a start, instantly aware that he was very, very cold. He uncurled his legs, feeling the stiffness of his joints caused by the front that was settling around him. The fire that had meant to burn all night had been built poorly and a circle of unused fuel lay around a bed of ash. He looked over the remains of the fire at the crumpled heap that was a man... No, not a man, a wretch of a creature... with whom he shared this corner of the ancient ruins, his face a mask of hate and rage. His very bones were shaking with the chill and for a few moments he considered pulling his knife and ended the pitiful existence of the useless beast before him. Of course, he couldn't because killing your fellow man was looked down upon, even in this time and place. Besides, he may have been a criminal, but he wasn't a killer.
Slowly, and with trembling hands that seemed almost unable to respond to his thoughts, he pushed the twigs, scraps of paper and lumps of wood to the centre of the pit and organised them properly before pulling his box of matches, now begining to dwindle, and lit the fire. He watched it grow and placed his hands near enough to singe the fine hairs on his wrist. It was some time before he managed to warm himself enough to be able to get back to sleep, but by then it was almost time to wake up and start the chores of the day. He heaved a sigh and placed his nahds on his thighs to push himself up to standing. After giving a quick stretch and gathering anything he owned that may be of use to him, Jason set off out, the first awake, to scrounge the white woods for food.
Slowly, and with trembling hands that seemed almost unable to respond to his thoughts, he pushed the twigs, scraps of paper and lumps of wood to the centre of the pit and organised them properly before pulling his box of matches, now begining to dwindle, and lit the fire. He watched it grow and placed his hands near enough to singe the fine hairs on his wrist. It was some time before he managed to warm himself enough to be able to get back to sleep, but by then it was almost time to wake up and start the chores of the day. He heaved a sigh and placed his nahds on his thighs to push himself up to standing. After giving a quick stretch and gathering anything he owned that may be of use to him, Jason set off out, the first awake, to scrounge the white woods for food.
OOC Notes
At last, Tiffanee and her horse had reached a small town. She guessed it was in the WZ-1 area; or on the outskirts at least as the town was still a distance away. She had managed to get through the outside walls, and into the slummier area of housing. She looked around, hoping to find an empty house she could hide in for a night. Finally she managed to find an unlocked, house that looked as if it had recently been ransacked. She tied her horse up at the back of the house, and headed inside.
Tiffanee piled the leftover blankets all onto the small mattress in the corner. Curling up on the mattress was wonderful but horrid. The blankets were itchy, and the rough material irritated her thin skin, that had been worn at by the cold. On the other hand, they were wonderfully thick and worn. After a few minutes of curling up, Tiffanee fell asleep, hoping that no one would walk in to find her.
Tiffanee piled the leftover blankets all onto the small mattress in the corner. Curling up on the mattress was wonderful but horrid. The blankets were itchy, and the rough material irritated her thin skin, that had been worn at by the cold. On the other hand, they were wonderfully thick and worn. After a few minutes of curling up, Tiffanee fell asleep, hoping that no one would walk in to find her.
OOC Notes
It was so still in the white world. All was calm and at peace, save for the rapidly beating heart within Agata's chest. It pounded in her ears. She was afraid her prey would hear her. The pristine, white crossbow rested on a fallen tree, her breath slow and steady. Though Agata looked like a hunter on the outside,covered in a worn-out, tan parka, on the inside she was freezing and scared. If this rabbit got away, just like the last one, that would be another two days without real food. Dried meat and random castanhas-do-Pará weren't much to keep a human being going. She wondered what others were living off of. Less, possibly, or more. She didn't associate with many people outside of her igloo. Only the occasional survivor, traveler, scavenger, came around her ice hut. Agata made sure there was always a fire going in the instance that she agreed to let them stay for a while.
It made her realize how much she actually missed society. Just speaking with a person these days was like Christmas to her.
A stir in the scenery moved Agata's thoughts to her food for the next two days. The little white ball of fur stood stock still, save for its tiny pink nose wriggling back and forth. It was skinny, obviously as starving as she. It didn't matter, though. There was still meat and muscle on that animal and it would sustain Agata a while longer. The last thing she wanted to do was kill her goat. He'd become a kind of friend to her and they relied on each other. On odd ball relationship, yes, but the only one she had.
Letting out a slow breath, Agata pulled the trigger and let her arrow fly. To her great joy, and obvious luck, Agata struck the next meal in its head. A delicious dinner, indeed.
It made her realize how much she actually missed society. Just speaking with a person these days was like Christmas to her.
A stir in the scenery moved Agata's thoughts to her food for the next two days. The little white ball of fur stood stock still, save for its tiny pink nose wriggling back and forth. It was skinny, obviously as starving as she. It didn't matter, though. There was still meat and muscle on that animal and it would sustain Agata a while longer. The last thing she wanted to do was kill her goat. He'd become a kind of friend to her and they relied on each other. On odd ball relationship, yes, but the only one she had.
Letting out a slow breath, Agata pulled the trigger and let her arrow fly. To her great joy, and obvious luck, Agata struck the next meal in its head. A delicious dinner, indeed.
OOC Notes
Tiffanee rolled around underneath the thick blankets that covered her thin body. She opened her eyes, not that it made much difference. Nightfall had covered the town she had found herself in hours earlier. The small wooden house she had hidden herself in, was pitchblack. Slowly she crawled out of the blankets, grabbed a small leather bag from the floor that she ahd seen earlier and left the house. She walked outside, quietly shutting the heavy door behind her. She gave her horse a kiss on the nose and went for a walk.
The houses got nicer as she walked, but the streets were still covered in a thick blanket of cold wet snow. She saw a few children looking out the windows of their homes, wonering who this stranger in the street was. Her mask covered most of her face, only showing the tip of her nose and lips. She knew she had no real reason to wear it here, as it wasn't quite as cold as it was in canada, but she felt worried about people knowing who she was beneath her mask.
Slowly she came back to the house from before, opened the door again and curled up again beneath all of the blankets on the mattress, smiling at the warmth that surrounded her once again.
The houses got nicer as she walked, but the streets were still covered in a thick blanket of cold wet snow. She saw a few children looking out the windows of their homes, wonering who this stranger in the street was. Her mask covered most of her face, only showing the tip of her nose and lips. She knew she had no real reason to wear it here, as it wasn't quite as cold as it was in canada, but she felt worried about people knowing who she was beneath her mask.
Slowly she came back to the house from before, opened the door again and curled up again beneath all of the blankets on the mattress, smiling at the warmth that surrounded her once again.
OOC Notes
Lars began to ponder if there was anyway he could escape this boring life. All he did every day was go to the market, buy a sandwich and leave. If he was waiting for anymore motivation, he would see it on the TV in moments.
Across the TV came a breaking report, in which there was a still picture of a podium. Then, from the left of the screen came a man who seemed to be about 25 or 30 years old. He had dark black hair, and brown eyes. He was tall and skinny, the kind of figure almost anyone would listen to. He began to speak, and about a minute in he proclaimed that he would be the first president of New Panama. Lars heart sank. He quickly grabbed what little food he had. He grabbed some water, his backpack, his journal, everything.
The sirens were already sounding. A riot was breaking out in the streets, people throwing rocks at what windows remained, people attacking each other. Lars was sure that the wall of riot police would show up any second. He took off, walking at a very brisk pace. He eventually got to the edge of New Panama, which had been sealed off at all the major entrances by armed guards. Lars couldn't believe what was happening. The city had turned from democracy to dictatorship in a matter of minutes. That's about the time that Lars heard the gunshot, then more gunshots, then screams. Blood started to stain the roads, and that's when Lars decided to head the way that nobody dared to head, he went North. Nobody followed him. He went by himself, with nothing but some gardening tools and a backpack. He probably couldn't make it long, but it would be better than living in a city ruled by a tyrant.
A couple hours later, he had walked about 5 miles or so. He couldn't keep track, all he knew was that he was tired. He could hear gunshots and screams still, but they were very faint. He wondered if people were running and the police were tracking them down. He put his head in his hands and wept. He couldn't believe what had happened, and how humans could act so cruelly to one another. It reminded him of before the Ice Age, when everyone worked together. He started to walk again and saw a building ahead. It was snow covered, probably about 6 inches of snow. He couldn't believe it, how was Panama one of the only Warm Zones when it was only 5 miles away from 6 inches of snow. He opened the door to the gas station and grabbed some food and saw a board full of keys. He looked in the garage, and there it was. A Ford Explorer, known to handle well off-road. He went to start it, and got a couple barrels of oil from the back. He took off North, hoping the cold would not kill the engine.
(( Hope ya'll are having fun. ))
Across the TV came a breaking report, in which there was a still picture of a podium. Then, from the left of the screen came a man who seemed to be about 25 or 30 years old. He had dark black hair, and brown eyes. He was tall and skinny, the kind of figure almost anyone would listen to. He began to speak, and about a minute in he proclaimed that he would be the first president of New Panama. Lars heart sank. He quickly grabbed what little food he had. He grabbed some water, his backpack, his journal, everything.
The sirens were already sounding. A riot was breaking out in the streets, people throwing rocks at what windows remained, people attacking each other. Lars was sure that the wall of riot police would show up any second. He took off, walking at a very brisk pace. He eventually got to the edge of New Panama, which had been sealed off at all the major entrances by armed guards. Lars couldn't believe what was happening. The city had turned from democracy to dictatorship in a matter of minutes. That's about the time that Lars heard the gunshot, then more gunshots, then screams. Blood started to stain the roads, and that's when Lars decided to head the way that nobody dared to head, he went North. Nobody followed him. He went by himself, with nothing but some gardening tools and a backpack. He probably couldn't make it long, but it would be better than living in a city ruled by a tyrant.
A couple hours later, he had walked about 5 miles or so. He couldn't keep track, all he knew was that he was tired. He could hear gunshots and screams still, but they were very faint. He wondered if people were running and the police were tracking them down. He put his head in his hands and wept. He couldn't believe what had happened, and how humans could act so cruelly to one another. It reminded him of before the Ice Age, when everyone worked together. He started to walk again and saw a building ahead. It was snow covered, probably about 6 inches of snow. He couldn't believe it, how was Panama one of the only Warm Zones when it was only 5 miles away from 6 inches of snow. He opened the door to the gas station and grabbed some food and saw a board full of keys. He looked in the garage, and there it was. A Ford Explorer, known to handle well off-road. He went to start it, and got a couple barrels of oil from the back. He took off North, hoping the cold would not kill the engine.
(( Hope ya'll are having fun. ))
OOC Notes
Tiffanee grumbled and climbed out of her bed again, she had overstayed her visit. Quickly she rushed forward, grabbed her bag and leaving the house. She tripped on a clump of hard snow, and stumbled forward, landing on her hands in the snow. The wet snow absorbed into her clothing as she stood and ran to her horse.
She mounted her horse, untied the rope and rode off at a trot. The snow flicked up, landing in clumps behidn the two as they sped up, hitting a canter, as they left the town.
"We need a way to move faster...don't we boy?" She said, patting her horse's neck softly. She looked around, hoping to see anyone esle, anyone at all. Someone with food or warmth, anything. She sighed, and the two of them carried on walking through the snow, heading in whatever direction.
She mounted her horse, untied the rope and rode off at a trot. The snow flicked up, landing in clumps behidn the two as they sped up, hitting a canter, as they left the town.
"We need a way to move faster...don't we boy?" She said, patting her horse's neck softly. She looked around, hoping to see anyone esle, anyone at all. Someone with food or warmth, anything. She sighed, and the two of them carried on walking through the snow, heading in whatever direction.
OOC Notes
Jason strolled through the woods, eyes flickering at every rustle he heard in the frozen, leafless trees. He hadn't found a decent piece of meat running around in over a week now and feared the extinction of many species was upon them. He wanted so badly to leave this awful place, but he wasn't ready. At least, not yet. If he managed to find or make himself a few more necessary tools for the journey as well as find and save enough food then he'd leave in an instant. He was not born to simply survive, he wanted to live again. As these thoughts streamed through his mind, his eyes caught sight of what he believed to be the most beautiful sight he'd witnessed since the freeze began; a deer with a limp. It was only a small doe, but that had enough meat on it to keep him eating for a week or more. As slowly and as quietly as he could manage, Jason crept up, sliding his knife from his pack without a sound. His ability to sneak was something he had picked up when he had lived North of the equator, before the world frosted over.
The doe heard the crunch of snow beneath Jason's feet when he was no more than 10 feet away and tried to run, but the injured leg made it all too easy for the prey to fall victim to a cut throat and become sustenance for another. Things were moving now and Jason thought it wouldn't be long before he would be too. He really couldn't wait.
The doe heard the crunch of snow beneath Jason's feet when he was no more than 10 feet away and tried to run, but the injured leg made it all too easy for the prey to fall victim to a cut throat and become sustenance for another. Things were moving now and Jason thought it wouldn't be long before he would be too. He really couldn't wait.
OOC Notes
He had driven for almost a whole day straight. Lars was beginning to become fatigued, and the road was becoming covered with snow. He had only driven about 400 miles or so, and the climate had turned for the worst. All of the sudden, a horse appeared from the woods in front of him. He swerved the truck, sending it into a tailspin. The door flung open, stuff was flying all over the place, and Lars had thankfully been wearing his seatbelt (it was a habit of his). The horse had stopped in this time, looking at Lars like "what the hell was that for?". Lars jumped out of the truck, and walked up to the figure on the horse. Whomever it was, they hadn't shot him with their longbow ((or crossbow? can't remember for sure) yet, so he felt safe.
"Hey, do you know what you are doing here? There is something serious going on downtown. Some sort of 'revolution' and the government is rounding up people. We have to turn back!"
Lars was obviously stressed. To go back would mean living under a dictatorship. To leave would mean not having a steady supply of food. To stay might mean being killed. It was up to Lars and this new acquaintance of what to do next.
"Hey, do you know what you are doing here? There is something serious going on downtown. Some sort of 'revolution' and the government is rounding up people. We have to turn back!"
Lars was obviously stressed. To go back would mean living under a dictatorship. To leave would mean not having a steady supply of food. To stay might mean being killed. It was up to Lars and this new acquaintance of what to do next.
OOC Notes
The rabbit proved to be nothing more than a small bit of good meat. It made one meal for Agata. She ate it slowly, savoring the taste and feel of real food. Her dark eyes, the only things visible behind the massive fur-lined hood of her parka and the cotton sweater she pulled up over her face, moved to stare down the goat that had been her companion for almost two years now. It was starving as well. She'd tried to milk it, but to no avail. There was nothing left. Agata had nothing to give it and so it had nothing to give her. Watching the last piece of cook rabbit enter her mouth, Agata began to cry. A torrential wave of self-pity and fear washed over her and she chewed and cried into the last bit of food she may ever eat.
The goat, whom she'd never named for fear of being more attached that she already was, had moved beside her and rested its chin on her shoulder. Damn things were just like dogs. Turning her face into its muzzle, she cried some more. There wasn't much else for her to do. The fear was negated by the need to survive. She'd gone on this long trying to live. For whom, she still wasn't sure. Her grandparents and brother were dead. She'd been the only one who survived the ice. Maybe that was why? Agata had lived for a reason and so she had to keep on until something happened.
It was the something that frightened her the most.
Moving her hand slowly, she wrapped her arm around the goat's neck and held it tight to her. Over and over again she whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Her tears flowed, and her free hand moved swiftly across its sagging neck. The blade cut cleanly and the blood, warm and metallic, spilled over the snow floor of their little igloo. Trying to stop herself from crying, Agata moved the back of her gloved hand across her eyes and pulled the carcass out into the open. The fire was still strong and would give her ample heat to cook. She would have to leave. It was her only option. There were warm places, she knew. People had spoken of them; travelers had passed by her to get to the cities with sustenance.
After the meat had been cook, Agata had finally stopped crying. She'd packed up her one sack of extra clothes and personal things, filled the satchel with the goat meat and some more of the castanhas-do-Pará she had left. Agata Paredes took one final look at the home she'd built and lived in since she'd been left all alone in a cold world. It was easier than she thought to turn around and leave it.
The goat, whom she'd never named for fear of being more attached that she already was, had moved beside her and rested its chin on her shoulder. Damn things were just like dogs. Turning her face into its muzzle, she cried some more. There wasn't much else for her to do. The fear was negated by the need to survive. She'd gone on this long trying to live. For whom, she still wasn't sure. Her grandparents and brother were dead. She'd been the only one who survived the ice. Maybe that was why? Agata had lived for a reason and so she had to keep on until something happened.
It was the something that frightened her the most.
Moving her hand slowly, she wrapped her arm around the goat's neck and held it tight to her. Over and over again she whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Her tears flowed, and her free hand moved swiftly across its sagging neck. The blade cut cleanly and the blood, warm and metallic, spilled over the snow floor of their little igloo. Trying to stop herself from crying, Agata moved the back of her gloved hand across her eyes and pulled the carcass out into the open. The fire was still strong and would give her ample heat to cook. She would have to leave. It was her only option. There were warm places, she knew. People had spoken of them; travelers had passed by her to get to the cities with sustenance.
After the meat had been cook, Agata had finally stopped crying. She'd packed up her one sack of extra clothes and personal things, filled the satchel with the goat meat and some more of the castanhas-do-Pará she had left. Agata Paredes took one final look at the home she'd built and lived in since she'd been left all alone in a cold world. It was easier than she thought to turn around and leave it.
OOC Notes
It wouldn't usually have taken Jason so long to carve up his prize but he wanted to make a good job of this. The meat was carefully cut into even portions for the week ahead and the hide was stripped and set to the side. It would make up the main component of a tent for his journey, as well as a new pair of boots for him, thought now wasn't the time for that. He moved his knife with the ease of much practice and thought about how useless he thought this information would have been to him before the big freeze, letting out a snort of laughter as he recalled his days of being forced into the boyscouts by his parents. Laughter was a rarity for him these days and the sound lifted his mood considerably, as did the thought of heading North before midday set in now he had almost everything he needed. Some extra tent pegs he could whittle in a few hours as well as some extra luxuries but he didn't have the time. No, that wasn't true, he had all the time in the world. He just didn't have the patience.
Within two hours he was back at the crumbling ruins he had called his home for far too long now, meat cooked while he was in the woods but still in need of drying to preserve it for the journey. The hide was in his pack and was shortly joined by all his other worldly possessions. There was no one left in the ruins now, all out at work so he didn't have to bother with goodbye to people he didn't like or even know the names of. Things here were far from social and that was one of the main reasons he needed to go. The sun was high in the sky, casting a bright light over the freezing ground he walked across as he made his way back into the forest, plans all made and, for the first time in a long while, a smile on his face. Jason finally had something to look forward to even if he was going to do it alone. He cut an imposing sight as his bearskin coat rippled in the breeze as he made his solitary way through the dead trees, pack on bag and purpose in his stride.
Within two hours he was back at the crumbling ruins he had called his home for far too long now, meat cooked while he was in the woods but still in need of drying to preserve it for the journey. The hide was in his pack and was shortly joined by all his other worldly possessions. There was no one left in the ruins now, all out at work so he didn't have to bother with goodbye to people he didn't like or even know the names of. Things here were far from social and that was one of the main reasons he needed to go. The sun was high in the sky, casting a bright light over the freezing ground he walked across as he made his way back into the forest, plans all made and, for the first time in a long while, a smile on his face. Jason finally had something to look forward to even if he was going to do it alone. He cut an imposing sight as his bearskin coat rippled in the breeze as he made his solitary way through the dead trees, pack on bag and purpose in his stride.
OOC Notes
Her mind was a blank slate. All she could think was go North. North. North. Her body felt empty, her muscles numb. The cold hadn't seeped through her many layers and her crossbow was much too steady for her taste. Agata stopped her booted feet and she leaned her back against a tree. The rain forests were all but skeletons of something once beautiful and grand. The Amazon River was an icy vein through what used to be called South America. Agata still called it that, for it was her home. Chile was her country and she would never forget it. When everything went back to normal, she would return and start her life back up. Her grandparents had sacrificed too much to let their legacy die in some other country on some other continent. For now, Agata would move and survive, but she would keep their heritage alive.
After her rest, she sighed and pushed off the tree, bringing her crossbow back up to keep herself protected. One had no idea what kind of monsters lurked in the white expanse of the new world.
It seemed like hours before she had to stop. The noise caught her off guard first and she dipped down behind a fallen palm. The sight caught her even more off guard. Something black trudging its way through the snow. With the short glimpse she got, Agata wasn't sure if it was human or animal. A bear? Were there even bears in South America? At least... now? Peeking up over the log, the figure was disappearing further and further away. Should she intervene? What would she say? Would it even understand her?
Keeping her heart from removing itself from her chest, Agata moved slowly behind the strange being. It was definitely human, carrying a pack on its back. It was as tall as she, so if she were attacked, hand-to-hand combat would be fair. Holding the crossbow up higher, to make sure hand-to-hand wasn't needed, she followed slowly behind whoever it was. Before she could disappear, she was too close to hide from him. Instead of being turned on, Agata spoke.
"¿Quién es usted?" She said quietly, her voice hoarse. She hadn't used it in almost a month except when she cried and sobbed that morning, which probably hadn't done anything great for her throat. Her dark brown eyes stayed on the sights of her crossbow, her warm breath filling up the cotton sweater covering her nose and lips.
After her rest, she sighed and pushed off the tree, bringing her crossbow back up to keep herself protected. One had no idea what kind of monsters lurked in the white expanse of the new world.
It seemed like hours before she had to stop. The noise caught her off guard first and she dipped down behind a fallen palm. The sight caught her even more off guard. Something black trudging its way through the snow. With the short glimpse she got, Agata wasn't sure if it was human or animal. A bear? Were there even bears in South America? At least... now? Peeking up over the log, the figure was disappearing further and further away. Should she intervene? What would she say? Would it even understand her?
Keeping her heart from removing itself from her chest, Agata moved slowly behind the strange being. It was definitely human, carrying a pack on its back. It was as tall as she, so if she were attacked, hand-to-hand combat would be fair. Holding the crossbow up higher, to make sure hand-to-hand wasn't needed, she followed slowly behind whoever it was. Before she could disappear, she was too close to hide from him. Instead of being turned on, Agata spoke.
"¿Quién es usted?" She said quietly, her voice hoarse. She hadn't used it in almost a month except when she cried and sobbed that morning, which probably hadn't done anything great for her throat. Her dark brown eyes stayed on the sights of her crossbow, her warm breath filling up the cotton sweater covering her nose and lips.
OOC Notes
The day was uneventful. He would not be missed until that evening when the inhabitants of the ruins congregated for supper. He doubted they would mind too much that he was suddenly absent, they'd more than likely dismiss him as dead and get on with what they called their lives. Him, he couldn't have been happier if he'd stumbled across a working radiator. Just the idea that he was actually making the move at last, getting out of this frozen hell and back to some kind of civilisation... Well, he assumed there would be something waiting for him, wherever he was going. North was all he knew, perhaps the carribean would still be warm? Who knew, he had heard next to nothing of the North, just that somewhere up there was still comfortably habitable.
Several hours had passed at this point, though how many Jason could not be sure. She sun had travelled across the sky and begun casting his shadow out along the ground and he was just coming to the decision that he should stop and rest, perhaps get on with carving up that hide, when he heard the voice behind him. He turned to it, a frown creasing his forhead at the sight of the crossbow, eyes narrowed. He had little in the way of linguistic experience despite how long he had been here. His 'pack' as he had oftentimes thought of it had not bothered to teach him the language of these parts, choosing instead to speak to him in very broken English. "Put down the crossbow" was his simple reply in the smooth, easy tones of one who has much experience in negotiating, though the tinge of roughness in his voice hinted at a lack of use of late, but it sounded nothing like this stranger's. She could have never spoken in her life for the scratchiness of her voice. His hands, concealed beneath his thick coat for warmth, slid slowly towards his knife. Whatever chance a carving knife had against a crossbow was anyone's guess, but it was the best he had.
He regarded the stranger behind him, not moving as he did, noting her height and the expert way she held her weapon. He was in fact amazed that she could survive with a figure like that in this weather. Tall and thin did not bode well for most out here, it was a shape that lost heat with deadly speed. She must know how to handle herself out here he thought, trying to figure out how they could possibly communicate if she couldn't speak English.
Several hours had passed at this point, though how many Jason could not be sure. She sun had travelled across the sky and begun casting his shadow out along the ground and he was just coming to the decision that he should stop and rest, perhaps get on with carving up that hide, when he heard the voice behind him. He turned to it, a frown creasing his forhead at the sight of the crossbow, eyes narrowed. He had little in the way of linguistic experience despite how long he had been here. His 'pack' as he had oftentimes thought of it had not bothered to teach him the language of these parts, choosing instead to speak to him in very broken English. "Put down the crossbow" was his simple reply in the smooth, easy tones of one who has much experience in negotiating, though the tinge of roughness in his voice hinted at a lack of use of late, but it sounded nothing like this stranger's. She could have never spoken in her life for the scratchiness of her voice. His hands, concealed beneath his thick coat for warmth, slid slowly towards his knife. Whatever chance a carving knife had against a crossbow was anyone's guess, but it was the best he had.
He regarded the stranger behind him, not moving as he did, noting her height and the expert way she held her weapon. He was in fact amazed that she could survive with a figure like that in this weather. Tall and thin did not bode well for most out here, it was a shape that lost heat with deadly speed. She must know how to handle herself out here he thought, trying to figure out how they could possibly communicate if she couldn't speak English.
OOC Notes
English? An American? What was he doing all the way down here? Her eyebrow had quirked a little when he simply told her to put down her crossbow. The way he said it made her want to do it right away, without question, but the skeptic that lived inside her said no and she held strong. His hands were not visible, so she had to assume he was hiding a weapon. Many of the travelers she'd seen wondering up North had looked much like him. Bundled, unshaven, worked over. It made humans look messy and wild. It was intriguing, to say the least.
Positioning the crossbow a little lower, to take in all of him, she shook her head.
"No." Her accent was thick, but she could speak most English well. Her school had been run by missionaries and so she'd spent a lot of time trying to pick up the language. Agata had started much later than her brother and so he had learned it faster than she. If only he were here...
"Move your hands so I can see them," she croaked. "I will put my bow down when I know you won't attack me." Why had she done this? What in God's name had crossed her mind to stop this man in the middle of the frozen Amazon? Had she gone completely crazy? Or was she so lonely she was willing to risk anything to just talk to someone?
Positioning the crossbow a little lower, to take in all of him, she shook her head.
"No." Her accent was thick, but she could speak most English well. Her school had been run by missionaries and so she'd spent a lot of time trying to pick up the language. Agata had started much later than her brother and so he had learned it faster than she. If only he were here...
"Move your hands so I can see them," she croaked. "I will put my bow down when I know you won't attack me." Why had she done this? What in God's name had crossed her mind to stop this man in the middle of the frozen Amazon? Had she gone completely crazy? Or was she so lonely she was willing to risk anything to just talk to someone?
OOC Notes
Oh, she was sharp alright. The cold hadn't stripped this one of her wits... Not yet anyway. Jason felt a flash of worry shoot through him, knowing that she was about to watch him give up his only weapon other than his bare hands which were far from lethal in his opinion. Save the ocassional barroom brawl, his hands were used more for skills such as carving or theiving in his life and this woman, slender though she may be, had a resolve that showed through in the cool way she gave him orders and held the crossbow steady. He wondered what exactly she was doing out here in the forest and why she had stopped him. The only reason he could think of was that she wanted whatever he had. If she took it, and let him live, he'd be forced to turn on his heels and head back to the ruins. That was the last thing resting on his mind right now so he had to be careful.
"OK," he started, "just keep that finger away from the trigger, yeah? We don't want an accident..." He slowly drew his hands out from beneath his coat, knife held in his right fist. Still as slowly, he lifted his arms out to his sides and let the blade fall to the ground, sticking in the snow to leave the hilt protruding as a sliver of silver in an endless carpet of white. His mouth felt dry, but his eyes kept a steady lock on the stranger's own. Hands now empty and palms displayed, it was clear he had nothing outside his coat to attack her with. "That's all I got, I promise" he said finally, speech as slow as his movement. He had no intention of sounding condescending, it was more to establish calmness between the pair.
"OK," he started, "just keep that finger away from the trigger, yeah? We don't want an accident..." He slowly drew his hands out from beneath his coat, knife held in his right fist. Still as slowly, he lifted his arms out to his sides and let the blade fall to the ground, sticking in the snow to leave the hilt protruding as a sliver of silver in an endless carpet of white. His mouth felt dry, but his eyes kept a steady lock on the stranger's own. Hands now empty and palms displayed, it was clear he had nothing outside his coat to attack her with. "That's all I got, I promise" he said finally, speech as slow as his movement. He had no intention of sounding condescending, it was more to establish calmness between the pair.
OOC Notes
Watching the knife plummet into the snow, Agata felt her entire body turn to mush. He had been planning on attacking her. Great. She really was a complete idiot! Again... why had she stopped him? What kind of excuse could she use? Nothing came to her mind. Agata had never lied in her life, what made her think she'd do it now? Moving her finger from the trigger of her bow, she also lowered it but kept it in her hands. He could have an entire crew with him. She wasn't about to let go of her only defense.
Jesus, she was a paranoid woman. Moving her gloved hand up, she pulled the neck of her sweater down to breathe in fresh air. Hopefully it would calm her down, keep her heart from bursting.
"No accidente," she spoke with a nod. There was some kind of mutual understanding happening here. He didn't seem to care much about hurting her, and she didn't necessarily want to hurt him. Was he alone? At this point, all she could do was hope. If there were more people with him, she could fire off one shot and run for it, but she would never make it. The thought made her stomach churn. Faith. It was all she had anymore. "This is all I have," she whispered. In part she was speaking from her thoughts, but mostly she was letting him know she only carried the bow with her. But now she was at a loss for words. What did one say to another in a place like this? In a situation like this? I stopped you because I wanted someone to talk to? That would just be stupid.
"My name is Agata." Yeah, that was even dumber. Taking in a deep breath she looked all around the two of them. It was silent and all white. Perhaps there was color in the North? "Where are you going?" She was curious to know his destination, curious to know if he knew better than her how to get there. It would be best if she just left, but she was afraid of something. The same something that kept creeping into her mind and stealing her dreams at night. The same something that fed her fear of death and being no one all her life.
Jesus, she was a paranoid woman. Moving her gloved hand up, she pulled the neck of her sweater down to breathe in fresh air. Hopefully it would calm her down, keep her heart from bursting.
"No accidente," she spoke with a nod. There was some kind of mutual understanding happening here. He didn't seem to care much about hurting her, and she didn't necessarily want to hurt him. Was he alone? At this point, all she could do was hope. If there were more people with him, she could fire off one shot and run for it, but she would never make it. The thought made her stomach churn. Faith. It was all she had anymore. "This is all I have," she whispered. In part she was speaking from her thoughts, but mostly she was letting him know she only carried the bow with her. But now she was at a loss for words. What did one say to another in a place like this? In a situation like this? I stopped you because I wanted someone to talk to? That would just be stupid.
"My name is Agata." Yeah, that was even dumber. Taking in a deep breath she looked all around the two of them. It was silent and all white. Perhaps there was color in the North? "Where are you going?" She was curious to know his destination, curious to know if he knew better than her how to get there. It would be best if she just left, but she was afraid of something. The same something that kept creeping into her mind and stealing her dreams at night. The same something that fed her fear of death and being no one all her life.
OOC Notes
Jason could feel this stranger's eyes on him and could almost see the line of sight of her crossbow, which she did no more than lower. He should have known better than to trust her after she'd snuck up on him with a weapon pointed at his back. If only she'd put it down, he was now unarmed and he thought he'd made that clear enough. Still he kept his eyes on hers, watching for any signs that she might change her mind and plug him with an arrow anyway. Then she pulled down her sweater and he saw her face. It was a better sign than nothing at all, why would she bother letting him see who she was before killing him. The simple satisfaction of lulling him into a false sense of security? He didn't know, didn't care, he just wanted to be on his way and not have anything lethal aimed in his general direction.
No accident? he thought. He didn't quite understand what she meant. Hopefully it meant that she didn't want to shoot him but he couldn't be sure. He stayed perfectly still, not wanting to move in case she misread the situation. But his feet suddenly felt as if they had to move, had to lift up and run from this bizarre situation he had found himself in. He felt as though she didn't want to hurt him but all that could change in an instant and he knew it. He simply nodded along as she told him that all she had was the bow, not responding in case he said the wrong thing. It had been some time since he'd actually spoken to anyone properly and he wasn't used to this kind of pressure anymore. Why did she stop me if she's not going to shoot? He almost wished she would raise and fire, even that would be better than this uneasy situation in which neither of them seemed to know what was coming.
The woman spoke her name and flooded Jason with a fresh wave of confusion to which he responded with only another nod as she looked around them. Looking at what? There could be others, the thought had only now occured to him and maybe she was stalling before they arrived. If that was the case then he needed to either wait like a goose or get a move on and make a run, slim though his chances of escape were. Stalling with questions he thought. To her last, the response was as simple as before, only two words. "North. You?" WHY was she tormenting him like this? So many reasons raced through his mind, none of them good, none of them trusting. But then, who was he to be trusted after pulling a kinfe from his coat? Perhaps that was why she was as on edge as he himself felt. He had to try to diffuse the situation somehow. "I have no other weapons, I promise" was the best he could manage, heart thudding in his chest. "How about you just put that crossbow down and we can keep talking?"
Clarity was flowing into his mind and the ability to speak was returning to him, although he was constantly aware of the potential for that crossbow and a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of an arrow piercing his chest.
No accident? he thought. He didn't quite understand what she meant. Hopefully it meant that she didn't want to shoot him but he couldn't be sure. He stayed perfectly still, not wanting to move in case she misread the situation. But his feet suddenly felt as if they had to move, had to lift up and run from this bizarre situation he had found himself in. He felt as though she didn't want to hurt him but all that could change in an instant and he knew it. He simply nodded along as she told him that all she had was the bow, not responding in case he said the wrong thing. It had been some time since he'd actually spoken to anyone properly and he wasn't used to this kind of pressure anymore. Why did she stop me if she's not going to shoot? He almost wished she would raise and fire, even that would be better than this uneasy situation in which neither of them seemed to know what was coming.
The woman spoke her name and flooded Jason with a fresh wave of confusion to which he responded with only another nod as she looked around them. Looking at what? There could be others, the thought had only now occured to him and maybe she was stalling before they arrived. If that was the case then he needed to either wait like a goose or get a move on and make a run, slim though his chances of escape were. Stalling with questions he thought. To her last, the response was as simple as before, only two words. "North. You?" WHY was she tormenting him like this? So many reasons raced through his mind, none of them good, none of them trusting. But then, who was he to be trusted after pulling a kinfe from his coat? Perhaps that was why she was as on edge as he himself felt. He had to try to diffuse the situation somehow. "I have no other weapons, I promise" was the best he could manage, heart thudding in his chest. "How about you just put that crossbow down and we can keep talking?"
Clarity was flowing into his mind and the ability to speak was returning to him, although he was constantly aware of the potential for that crossbow and a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of an arrow piercing his chest.
OOC Notes
Agata was very aware of his body language and the way the muscles in his face moved from anxiety to calm and back again. Was he scared of something? Was it her? She had mercilessly sneaked up on him, pointed her weapon at his head, and made him relinquish his only defense. With a sigh of complete irritation, mostly at herself she lowered her head, shut her eyes and shook angrily. How incredibly stupid could she be?! It was unfathomable that she'd become so completely socially awkward in just the last few months of total isolation. Pulling the sweater back over her mouth and nose she lifted her gloved hand in the air and started to back away.
"Lo siento," she croaked out meagerly. "Lo siento." Waving the hand again, she turned to the left and headed toward the Pacific ocean. It would give her some time to sort out her thoughts and hide her embarrassment. The cross bow bounced stiffly against her walking leg as she walked with slumped shoulders and weak arms.
Her chest was tight with humiliation and fear. She could have at least stayed with him to have someone to talk to, but no! She was much too stupid for that. The young woman's twisted mix of paranoia and need for human company made her a walking relationship nuclear bomb. Any sign of attachment and it exploded. Agata would normally cry in a situation like this, but she'd grown so tired of tears that they did not physically manifest on her lashes. Instead the tightness in her chest remained as she kept taking trudging steps away from the stranger.
"Idiota!" She screamed, her voice cracking. With a growl she reached out a punched the side of a dead tree releasing an avalanche of snow onto her head. It had been quite packed, and may have even contained a ball of ice, for when it landed on her head it hurt like a mother. Agata fell to her knees, dropped her crossbow and gripped at the top of her skull. Crying out she cursed and moaned. Once again, she was a complete and total idiot.
"Lo siento," she croaked out meagerly. "Lo siento." Waving the hand again, she turned to the left and headed toward the Pacific ocean. It would give her some time to sort out her thoughts and hide her embarrassment. The cross bow bounced stiffly against her walking leg as she walked with slumped shoulders and weak arms.
Her chest was tight with humiliation and fear. She could have at least stayed with him to have someone to talk to, but no! She was much too stupid for that. The young woman's twisted mix of paranoia and need for human company made her a walking relationship nuclear bomb. Any sign of attachment and it exploded. Agata would normally cry in a situation like this, but she'd grown so tired of tears that they did not physically manifest on her lashes. Instead the tightness in her chest remained as she kept taking trudging steps away from the stranger.
"Idiota!" She screamed, her voice cracking. With a growl she reached out a punched the side of a dead tree releasing an avalanche of snow onto her head. It had been quite packed, and may have even contained a ball of ice, for when it landed on her head it hurt like a mother. Agata fell to her knees, dropped her crossbow and gripped at the top of her skull. Crying out she cursed and moaned. Once again, she was a complete and total idiot.
OOC Notes
Hands still outstretched by his side, Jason watched as the woman who held him hostage seemed to make a decision and he flinched, if only a little, as she sighed and shook. He watched as she pulled up her sweater, waved her hand and walked off. He watched her walk a while longer before lowering his arms and stuffing his freezing hands back inside his coat, anxiety subsiding to curiosity as he saw the woman walking off. "Lo siento..." he muttered in reply, low enough that she wouldn't hear, "Ya crazy broad..."
He didn't know how he felt at that particular moment. Yes, he had been scared. But now he felt more inquisitve. It was far from an everyday experience he had just been through and although his mind told him to grab his knife and make haste in the opposite direction, he simply stood there wondering what exactly she had wanted. If indeed she had wanted anything at all. The results of his deliberation were... Inconclusive. So far as he could tell, she hadn't wanted anything other than scare the living daylights out of him.
After a minute or two longer standing around Jason reached down to the snow and pulled out his knife that was embedded there. God, it was cold! The hilt would have stuck to his skin had it been any colder. About to either start back on his way or set up for the night and finish his preparations, he heard who he could only assume was the same woman yell out some way away. The word he couldn't make out though he probably would have been able to had he been expecting it. He doubted she had found a new target, people weren't exactly commonplace out here, and found himself once more wondering if maybe she had been driven insane by the freeze. Then he heard another yell, this one sounding more like one of pain or shock. Either way, all his senses told him to ignore it and carry on his way, to put as much distance between himself and her as possible. Any pain she got, she deserved after jumping him like that. But then again, there was that spark within him, that exists in all, that went against everything he knew he should do and told him to go and see if she was OK. He found himself arguing both sides and eventually decided that if she had been seriously injured then he could get a crossbow out of the journey. Whether that was the winning point or not would never be known.
Setting off at a slightly faster pace than normal, he soon came upon the one who had identified herself as Agata upon her knees with hands clasped behind her head and snow covering her shoulders. Although she no longer held her crossbow, he cursed himself for choosing this decision and putting himself deliberatly in harm's way. And for what? He couldn't rightly say. It seemed it was just one of those decisions that people make without thinking through. Still, he was here and would probably be seen if he tried to leave so had to speak up, not knowing what to say. "Agata?" He hoped he had got the name right and that she still had no intention of putting an arrow in his head.
He didn't know how he felt at that particular moment. Yes, he had been scared. But now he felt more inquisitve. It was far from an everyday experience he had just been through and although his mind told him to grab his knife and make haste in the opposite direction, he simply stood there wondering what exactly she had wanted. If indeed she had wanted anything at all. The results of his deliberation were... Inconclusive. So far as he could tell, she hadn't wanted anything other than scare the living daylights out of him.
After a minute or two longer standing around Jason reached down to the snow and pulled out his knife that was embedded there. God, it was cold! The hilt would have stuck to his skin had it been any colder. About to either start back on his way or set up for the night and finish his preparations, he heard who he could only assume was the same woman yell out some way away. The word he couldn't make out though he probably would have been able to had he been expecting it. He doubted she had found a new target, people weren't exactly commonplace out here, and found himself once more wondering if maybe she had been driven insane by the freeze. Then he heard another yell, this one sounding more like one of pain or shock. Either way, all his senses told him to ignore it and carry on his way, to put as much distance between himself and her as possible. Any pain she got, she deserved after jumping him like that. But then again, there was that spark within him, that exists in all, that went against everything he knew he should do and told him to go and see if she was OK. He found himself arguing both sides and eventually decided that if she had been seriously injured then he could get a crossbow out of the journey. Whether that was the winning point or not would never be known.
Setting off at a slightly faster pace than normal, he soon came upon the one who had identified herself as Agata upon her knees with hands clasped behind her head and snow covering her shoulders. Although she no longer held her crossbow, he cursed himself for choosing this decision and putting himself deliberatly in harm's way. And for what? He couldn't rightly say. It seemed it was just one of those decisions that people make without thinking through. Still, he was here and would probably be seen if he tried to leave so had to speak up, not knowing what to say. "Agata?" He hoped he had got the name right and that she still had no intention of putting an arrow in his head.
OOC Notes
Still in disarray from the pain and still seeing stars from the knock on the head, Agata slowly turned her dark brown eyes up and saw the stranger. Oh great. Now she felt even worse. Being alone and realizing how stupid you were was completely different than realizing it in front of another human being. It was like being caught in your underwear; embarrassing and when you think back on that time, it makes you cringe inside. Agata moved her shoulders to shake the snow off and it racked her brain. There was quite the knot building on her head. It took a minute to gather her wits and slowly she stood up, using the tree she'd beat to help. Agata found herself unable to make eye contact with the man. She was ashamed of her attitude and actions. Why was he even standing here? It was some indication that he wasn't a horrible person but she still couldn't be sure. If she'd been dead, it was obvious he would have taken everything she had. Sighing again and leaning against the trunk, Agata peered up at him slowly.
"Lo sien-- I mean, I am sorry." She fixed quickly, turning her eyes away again. "I didn't think the trees still had snow at the tops." Agata looked up with a smirk, but it hurt behind her eyes to stare up at the bright blue sky for long. She hadn't had a headache in god only knew how long. With no pain relievers she was at a loss for what to do in order to get rid of it. Grandmother had a book of at-home remedies, but one needed live plants and roots for things like that. Those were few and far between these days.
"It hit very hard." She whispered, her accent thick with the gravelly voice she'd adopted. She laughed for a moment and then looked down at her crossbow. With a frown, she decided not to pick it back up. Agata was going to make the impulsive decision to trust the stranger. At this point, she had nothing else to go by. He had dropped his knife willingly, hadn't jumped her, and he came to see if she was okay. Something inside the young woman kept pushing and pushing and with the air of a shy child, Agata spoke softly.
"I did not mean to frighten you. I have not seen a person in long time." Squeezing her gloved hands together she separated them and put them in her pockets. Deciding against that, she removed them and pushed them back together. Agata couldn't think about where she wanted her extremities to go because her brain was focused on the utterly humiliating situation she was placing herself in just to talk to someone. At this point, she had decided to shut her mouth and see if he said anything or walked away. Hopefully, he would walk away.
"Lo sien-- I mean, I am sorry." She fixed quickly, turning her eyes away again. "I didn't think the trees still had snow at the tops." Agata looked up with a smirk, but it hurt behind her eyes to stare up at the bright blue sky for long. She hadn't had a headache in god only knew how long. With no pain relievers she was at a loss for what to do in order to get rid of it. Grandmother had a book of at-home remedies, but one needed live plants and roots for things like that. Those were few and far between these days.
"It hit very hard." She whispered, her accent thick with the gravelly voice she'd adopted. She laughed for a moment and then looked down at her crossbow. With a frown, she decided not to pick it back up. Agata was going to make the impulsive decision to trust the stranger. At this point, she had nothing else to go by. He had dropped his knife willingly, hadn't jumped her, and he came to see if she was okay. Something inside the young woman kept pushing and pushing and with the air of a shy child, Agata spoke softly.
"I did not mean to frighten you. I have not seen a person in long time." Squeezing her gloved hands together she separated them and put them in her pockets. Deciding against that, she removed them and pushed them back together. Agata couldn't think about where she wanted her extremities to go because her brain was focused on the utterly humiliating situation she was placing herself in just to talk to someone. At this point, she had decided to shut her mouth and see if he said anything or walked away. Hopefully, he would walk away.
OOC Notes
(( I am going to ignore what I did earlier, as I am not getting a response :P ))
The truck was making loud and violent vibrations as he headed away from the city. He passed through the slums, and finally until there was nothing left, just a vast openness covered in mush snow. The light blinded Lars for a second; it bounced off the snow. He was trying to stay on what little road was left, swerving past any obstacles in the road. It was amazing that he kept the dang thing on the road. Gas was running low in the truck, he needed to fill up the tank with some of the gas he had brought with him. The fumes were strong, and he had to siphon it from the barrel to the tank. The gas made a loud noise as it poured into the tank, and Lars needed to stretch. He heard noises, voices perhaps? They were penetrating the cold air, and they sounded interesting to Lars. He cautiously made his way over to where they had originated, and he dove into a bush to hide himself, but the bush seemed to have moved a lot more than he wanted. Nerves started to affect him. What if they found him? What if they decided to kill him? It was to late now, Lars thought. He would have to wait it out and see what happened.
The truck was making loud and violent vibrations as he headed away from the city. He passed through the slums, and finally until there was nothing left, just a vast openness covered in mush snow. The light blinded Lars for a second; it bounced off the snow. He was trying to stay on what little road was left, swerving past any obstacles in the road. It was amazing that he kept the dang thing on the road. Gas was running low in the truck, he needed to fill up the tank with some of the gas he had brought with him. The fumes were strong, and he had to siphon it from the barrel to the tank. The gas made a loud noise as it poured into the tank, and Lars needed to stretch. He heard noises, voices perhaps? They were penetrating the cold air, and they sounded interesting to Lars. He cautiously made his way over to where they had originated, and he dove into a bush to hide himself, but the bush seemed to have moved a lot more than he wanted. Nerves started to affect him. What if they found him? What if they decided to kill him? It was to late now, Lars thought. He would have to wait it out and see what happened.
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Jason suddenly came to his senses and thought about what he was doing. A woman had come out of nowhere and pointed a loaded crossbow at him then ran off and knocked her head somehow. And he had followed her to see if she was alright! The cold must be getting to me he thought as he looked down at the figure on her knees. He was about to ask if she was OK when she gradually made her way to her feet and he steeled himself to dive out of the way of an arrow at any moment. But instead of picking up the weapon and holding him hostage again she started speaking, albeit in short sentences that gave away very little. The longer he listened the more she made sense. The apology he hadn't understood, the irrational behaviour, the running off. She was just a lonely person who'd forgotten how to interact with people. And as a result she seemed extremely awkward as she stood there with her hands shiting position every few seconds, even though minutes ago she had been in the position of ultimate control. Without even realising he was going to do it, Jason started laughing. He knew it was a bad idea and more than likely very offensive, but he just couldn't help himself. He bent over, arms wrapped around his stomach as the laughs shook through him.
"I'm... I'm sorry, it's just tha- PAHAHAHAA!" he couldn't even manage a sentence. Only moments ago he had feared for his life thinking someone wanted to kill him and take everything he owned and it turned out that she was just a lonely stranger, not unlike himself. Managing to get a grip of himself, Jason wiped away a tear that had started forming in the corner of one eye and stopped laughing, though couldn't stifle his grin. "I'm so sorry, it's just... Well, I thought you were going to kill me." His voice, though still a little hoarse, had regained it's soft and casual flow, this time unforced.
He pulled his other hand from beneath his coat with the knife held in it but as soon as it was in sight he dropped it to the frozen ground to let her know that he meant no harm. "Is your head OK?" he asked, not particularly concerned. He was not doctor, so to him a head injury wasn't serious if you could talk afterwards, but to ask was polite. Although now he thought about it, she hadn't mentioned if politeness was even necessary. She'd only said that she hadn't seen anyone in a long time but that didn't mean she wanted to see anyone. He really had to stop jumping to conclusions or he really would get shot at some point.
"I'm... I'm sorry, it's just tha- PAHAHAHAA!" he couldn't even manage a sentence. Only moments ago he had feared for his life thinking someone wanted to kill him and take everything he owned and it turned out that she was just a lonely stranger, not unlike himself. Managing to get a grip of himself, Jason wiped away a tear that had started forming in the corner of one eye and stopped laughing, though couldn't stifle his grin. "I'm so sorry, it's just... Well, I thought you were going to kill me." His voice, though still a little hoarse, had regained it's soft and casual flow, this time unforced.
He pulled his other hand from beneath his coat with the knife held in it but as soon as it was in sight he dropped it to the frozen ground to let her know that he meant no harm. "Is your head OK?" he asked, not particularly concerned. He was not doctor, so to him a head injury wasn't serious if you could talk afterwards, but to ask was polite. Although now he thought about it, she hadn't mentioned if politeness was even necessary. She'd only said that she hadn't seen anyone in a long time but that didn't mean she wanted to see anyone. He really had to stop jumping to conclusions or he really would get shot at some point.
OOC Notes
Agata was very unsettled by his laughter, but it seemed well meant and she couldn't help but giggle a little bit herself. She definitely wasn't sure as to why she found whatever he was laughing at funny, but it was a contagious emotion and she fell under its spell. It hurt her head to laugh, but her body insisted on continuing. When he spoke, after collecting himself, Agata laughed even harder, her brain pounding just as bad against her skull.
He thought she was going to kill him? If he'd been a bear, hell yes, Agata would have slain him in a second. But killing another human... It wasn't necessary this time. A ghastly memory and an intense passionate feeling of disgust wafted through her, and the bubbling happiness inside faded quickly away. Sniffing her nose and wiping the tears of joy from her eyes, ones that were threatening to become tears of a more depressing matter, Agata felt courageous enough to look the stranger in the eye.
"I told you my name," she spoke, her voice getting more and more use to speech again, "can I ask, what is yours?" Her "r's" rolled easily off her tongue, a habit of her native language. Homesickness was falling upon her, but she was glad to be moving on for now. Soon she would return and everything would be right again.
A noise behind her made her head turn slightly. With her thick, fur-lined hood over her head she could have been mistaken, but Agata wasn't one to brush off the sensation of being stalked. Too many times she'd been hunted by her own kind and if she needed to murder in order to live, or save another life, she was more than willing. Something about doing it once made it easier to do it again... A piece of knowledge Agata was not proud of having. Lifting her hand up, Agata let the stranger behind her know she heard something and pointed over her shoulder. Slowly she began to kneel down and reach for her crossbow.
"There is a plant behind me," she whispered to him. "Something is in it."
He thought she was going to kill him? If he'd been a bear, hell yes, Agata would have slain him in a second. But killing another human... It wasn't necessary this time. A ghastly memory and an intense passionate feeling of disgust wafted through her, and the bubbling happiness inside faded quickly away. Sniffing her nose and wiping the tears of joy from her eyes, ones that were threatening to become tears of a more depressing matter, Agata felt courageous enough to look the stranger in the eye.
"I told you my name," she spoke, her voice getting more and more use to speech again, "can I ask, what is yours?" Her "r's" rolled easily off her tongue, a habit of her native language. Homesickness was falling upon her, but she was glad to be moving on for now. Soon she would return and everything would be right again.
A noise behind her made her head turn slightly. With her thick, fur-lined hood over her head she could have been mistaken, but Agata wasn't one to brush off the sensation of being stalked. Too many times she'd been hunted by her own kind and if she needed to murder in order to live, or save another life, she was more than willing. Something about doing it once made it easier to do it again... A piece of knowledge Agata was not proud of having. Lifting her hand up, Agata let the stranger behind her know she heard something and pointed over her shoulder. Slowly she began to kneel down and reach for her crossbow.
"There is a plant behind me," she whispered to him. "Something is in it."
OOC Notes
Though initially worried that Agata, as she had identified herself, would react badly to the laughter, Jason was thankful and more than a little relieved to hear her laugh aswell. The laughter was genuine and as intense as he could remember and with every passing moment he felt the tension begining to lift between them and he relaxeda little. Not completely, he was far from trusting anyone these days let alone a wandering woman with a crossbow and a bump to the head, but he was calm enough to let his guard down a little and his shoulders slumped slightly as the muscles started to unwind when he finally stopped laughing, though it was difficult to see beneath his hefty coat.
When Agata spoke to him he noticed the accent that he had had so little time to get used to in his brief stint here before the freeze. It was pleasant enough just to hear someone else speak without issuing a command or suggestion for survival, no matter the accent. With a slight smile still on his face, he replied. "Jason. My name's Jason." He started to put out his hand to offer a shake but swiftly changed it's direction and started to crouch down so it could reach for his knife instead when he heard what she had to say. Surely it could be no more than another meal (Lucky us he thought), people didn't just cross paths out here these days. To run into one person was strange enough but if it were another... Well that was something else.
He nodded in ackowledgement as his fingers slowly slid around the hilt of his knife and he drew it up close to his chest, ready to strike at anything that may come at him, and his eyes narrowed, looking over the shoulder of his fellow traveller and searching for movement. He started making his way as carefully forward as he could, taking care to step only on the balls of his feet to crunch as little snow and ice underfoot as possible. He had hunted more times than he cared to remember and now it had become instinct, no thought required for his movements or his sight. He felt almost ashamed to have not noticed the sound before she had. That's what you get for letting your guard down, you bloody fool he thought, silently cursing himself and waiting to see what, if anything, would emerge from the bush.
When Agata spoke to him he noticed the accent that he had had so little time to get used to in his brief stint here before the freeze. It was pleasant enough just to hear someone else speak without issuing a command or suggestion for survival, no matter the accent. With a slight smile still on his face, he replied. "Jason. My name's Jason." He started to put out his hand to offer a shake but swiftly changed it's direction and started to crouch down so it could reach for his knife instead when he heard what she had to say. Surely it could be no more than another meal (Lucky us he thought), people didn't just cross paths out here these days. To run into one person was strange enough but if it were another... Well that was something else.
He nodded in ackowledgement as his fingers slowly slid around the hilt of his knife and he drew it up close to his chest, ready to strike at anything that may come at him, and his eyes narrowed, looking over the shoulder of his fellow traveller and searching for movement. He started making his way as carefully forward as he could, taking care to step only on the balls of his feet to crunch as little snow and ice underfoot as possible. He had hunted more times than he cared to remember and now it had become instinct, no thought required for his movements or his sight. He felt almost ashamed to have not noticed the sound before she had. That's what you get for letting your guard down, you bloody fool he thought, silently cursing himself and waiting to see what, if anything, would emerge from the bush.
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[OOC] The Final Ice Age: Could it be the end?
This is the OOC topic for the roleplay "The Final Ice Age: Could it be the end?"
Welcome to all who have decided to join (or want to join). I am willing to help in any way, and updates to the story (locations, factions, etc.) will be posted here.
I do want to add that while there are no "official" rules, I think you can use common sense. Don't do anything that pisses 99% of roleplayer's. I will be fairly lenient, but I do ask you put thought into your posts.
So, now that business is taken care of, let me show everyone what is going on in the roleplay:
Factions:
Democratic Nation of Panama (WZ-1):
Not run by any player, and I would prefer it not to be. They function as the only group responsible for the safety of WZ-1, and are very lenient on laws, however overpopulation has become a concern. Admittance into the area has become more selective, allowing very few people in. They have no official currency and no real leader, the power is truly in the people.
Locations:
Panama (WZ-1)
Panama is one of the so called Warm Zones. Overpopulation and crowding have caused serious problems with space, but people still get along well. Houses are small, but everyone is admitted to have a small garden.
Chile (CZ-1)
No official government runs this place. People have just gotten together in what little warmth they can find.
Canada (AZ-1)
Nothing is known about this area.
Welcome to all who have decided to join (or want to join). I am willing to help in any way, and updates to the story (locations, factions, etc.) will be posted here.
I do want to add that while there are no "official" rules, I think you can use common sense. Don't do anything that pisses 99% of roleplayer's. I will be fairly lenient, but I do ask you put thought into your posts.
So, now that business is taken care of, let me show everyone what is going on in the roleplay:
Factions:
Democratic Nation of Panama (WZ-1):
Not run by any player, and I would prefer it not to be. They function as the only group responsible for the safety of WZ-1, and are very lenient on laws, however overpopulation has become a concern. Admittance into the area has become more selective, allowing very few people in. They have no official currency and no real leader, the power is truly in the people.
Locations:
Panama (WZ-1)
Panama is one of the so called Warm Zones. Overpopulation and crowding have caused serious problems with space, but people still get along well. Houses are small, but everyone is admitted to have a small garden.
Chile (CZ-1)
No official government runs this place. People have just gotten together in what little warmth they can find.
Canada (AZ-1)
Nothing is known about this area.
